The Devil's Name Novels & Stories

Chu Xun directed the question to Diao Xingyi and Ge Zhan. "That's not all. They say the Devil is a name wrought of the blood and bones of his foes. Every time he vanishes, he reappears again out of nowhere, laying waste and destruction to powerful orders, prominent houses and heads litter the ground and blood flow like rivers in his wake," revealed Diao Xingyi. "He even has other names. They even call him the Deceiver, and the Ruthless," added Ge Zhan. Chu Xun's mouth never stopped twitching and so did his eyelids, again, and again, and again as if he was suffering a seizure.

She heard what the man said when he took her, saying she was a virgin and at that point, nothing changed his mind from taking her with him as much as she had cried and begged. "Where the hell was she?", She thought to herself, "Was she even alone in this dark?", Her questions were quickly answered when she noticed some kind of movement in the furthest corner of the room. Her heart felt ready to explode as she pressed herself back against the door, fear consuming her frozen form. "H....Hello", the girl whispered. While The Devil as he called himself was sure she could not see him but he could see her. He never really liked his name so he gave himself that name, "The Devil or just Devil", alth

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

" The words fly out of her mouth like a volcano when erupted. She moved back frantically from him. He was the devil, the man feared by all. He was the man that the newscaster talk about every week. The man who owned the world to himself and the man whose real name was hidden from the world was identified by the name, The Devil. She messed with the devil. Thinking about that made a shiver run through her spine, made her leg shake slightly, and made her bowel churn, pressing her hand on her stomach so she won't release the liquid that is threatening to leave her body.

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

, she was still trying to buy me into her idea of fate. “ And you think I would believe him even if he were to get on his knees? Look, even this musician said it……um…. what's his name again”, I tapped my head, trying to remember his name, “ yes, Alec Benjamin, he said it, the devil doesn't bargain. He will never change because devils never change”, I said and Sasha laughed again.

“I was fucking someone real nice tonight. You interrupted that. So I’m going to enjoy every second of this unless you speak fast.” He coughed. Then started talking. Quick, sloppy, half of it barely making sense. Some upstart group, calling themselves the Black Sons. Wanted a reputation without earning it. Hijacked a container in the sea. Used my Mafia’s name because they figured no one would touch them if people thought they were connected to me. Stupid. Really stupid. Because now they’re all going to die.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."